As Zhao Feiyu finished speaking.
Zhao Shenghong, Zhao Jinpeng, and Zhao Wenyu, who originally had friendly expressions, set down their wine glasses, their brows involuntarily furrowing. Recently, the ordinary faction had raised the topic many times, wanting to match Zhao Feiyu with Bai Xiaorou. Given Zhao Feiyu's talent, he was just about qualified to be with Bai Xiaorou, but at that time Zhao Wenyu only said he would consider it.
But now, having met Ye Chenfeng, what was there for Zhao Wenyu to consider? Zhao Feiyu was far inferior to Ye Chenfeng, so it seemed the ordinary faction intended to stir up trouble. Bai Xiaorou, who nestled against Ye Chenfeng, instantly had her gentle expression turn icy. Her eyes, cold as a glacier, stared at Zhao Feiyu.
Others might not know Ye Chenfeng's combat prowess, but Zhao Shenghong had witnessed it firsthand, and Zhao Jinpeng and Zhao Wenyu had also learned about Ye Chenfeng's powerful combat strength from Zhao Shenghong.
